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About The Forest Grove express. (Forest Grove, Or.) 1916-1918 | View Entire Issue (Sept. 28, 1916)
SY NO PSIS. 0 *o rg y W u it t i T . daughter of Sir G sorg». o f th s B r ltls h a d m irsliy . hints at a liaison between her governess. Kthol W illo u g h b y and Henry Stroetman. Ethel denies It. H en ry Stroetm an calls on Ethel and while w ait In » for her talks to llrew i ter. Sir G eorge's butler, w ho Is a Germ an spy. about his failu re to » e t at adm iralty p ap er» In Sir G eorge's possession. H e phones to Germ an secret service head quarters. Streetm an. the Germ an spy. and R oeder (alias Brewster, the butler) are m souaslng the possibility o f war. W hen E thel appears he tries to force her to get from s ir G eorge know ledge o f the sailing v r'?,*rs ,0 the British fleet. Though she believes him a French Instead o f a Ger- spy. she refuses until he threatens her She begs him to announce th eir re- cret m arriage, as G e o rgy Is suspicious, but he puts her off. At tea G eorgy and « «T*r- ® uy Falconer, tease Sir George, and Streetm an mnkes an aw k w ard a t tem pt to talk p olitic s You can imagine, perhaps, the sort of furore that would be kicked up by the entrance of a breezy, slangy, talkative, well- informed American newspaper reporter Into a typical high-class English tea party, and of hia effect upon a situation exceed ingly tense— when he plunges Into a discussion of possible war which the party has been trying to avoid. Read about Charlie Brown of New York In thla In stallment Streetman, the German spy, Sir George Wagstaff, British naval offi cial, Ethel Willoughby, secret wife of Streetman, and others are having tea at the Wagstaff home. The party is discussing a play. CH APTER IV— Continued. "You really ought to see the play. Sir George.” the irrepressible Guy re marked. He was always ready to back up Georgy In any deviltry she might embark upon. "Yes! It deals with our next war,” that young lady added. “ As if a playwright knew anything o f that!” her father scoffed. " I t ’s horribly Insulting to us Brit ons,” Mrs. Falconer remarked. "Drives In a lot o f home truths and gives us English a fearful ragging!” Guy added cheerfully. Sir George looked at him somewhat suspiciously. "W ho wrote It? Bernard Shaw?" be Inquired. And there was much re proof In his tone. To him, Shaw was like a red rag to a bull. “ I don’t know who wrote it,” Georgy said carelessly. " I never can remember the beasts' names.” " I t seemed to me to present a very striking picture of what may very likely happen,” Henry Streetman In terposed. Mrs. Falconer turned to him In as tonishment. She did not think that anyone In his senses could have taken that silly play seriously. “ You don’t mean you really believe there Is going to be war right over there on the continent?" she exclaimed. “ I do. rather! And I fancy Sir George agrees with me— don’t you. Sir George?” the wily Streetman ven tured. He was determined that If he did not succeed In forcing Sir George's hand he would at least give him a run for his money. Sir George looked bored. "Really, sir, I should prefer not to discuss that matter,” he said once more. Georgy laughed gayly. "When father puts on bis mantle o f dignity like that. It means serious business,” she observed. And there was a deal o f truth In her statement, frivolous as she seemed. But Georgy was no fool. She had not lived with her father close upon eighteen years for nothing. She knew unerringly how to Interpret his every manner. “ But why should there be war, even i f an Austrian duke did get killed by some Serbian or other?” Mrs. Fal coner asked. “ O f course I've only seen the headlines,” she hastened to add, to disclaim any such plebeian pastime as the reading o f newspapers. "Behind that assassination there Is much of International politics and di plomacy,” Sir George explained. “ In fact. It’s rather a long story.” “ Then, father, don’t tell Itl” his sar castic daughter bantered. Her plea, however, was entirely superfluous. Sir George had not the slightest intention o f committing such an Indiscretion. But Guy Falconer was ready enough to air his opinions. “ Oh. it’s not Just Austria and Ser bia I” he said confidently. "The trouble Is that Germany Is patting Austria on the back, and whispering, ’Don’t give In, old la d yf And Russia Is saying, Serbia, old girl, you're dead right We’ ll back you.’ And there you are!" “Georgy—you're not having any tea.” Ethel observed. "Oh! I don't want any. I f 1 did. I’d ask for I t ” Miss Wagstaff said. ’’Tea, mother?" Guy Inquired of bis doting parent. Their discussion of the subject uppermost In the minds of all had driven even the Important mat ter o f tea completely out of bis mind. “ None for me, thanks!” Mrs. Fal coner replied. “ I’ve quite outgrown It— ever since I came back from the States.” The others looked aghast at her astounding confession. To thor oughgoing Britishers such a remark borders close unon lese majeste. And then Brewster announced an other caller. "Mr. Charles Brown!” he pronounced In his best manner—a somewhat su perfluous statement, perhaps, because all of Brewster's manners were of the best CH APTER V. Mr. Brown of New York. in another moment a slight wiry man. well along In the thirties, came breezily Into the room. The first glance told that be was an American. His nervous alertness, his assurance, the slightly slouchy but nevertheless ag gressive manner In which he held him self. differentiated him uuuilstakahly from the other men in Ethel's sitting room. Guy rose to greet him. He hnd In vited the American to Join the party, for Guy was almost like on« of Sir George's family. "Hello. Charlie!” he exclaimed with undoubted enthusiasm. And straightway he Introduced the newcomer to Ethel Willoughby, to whom, as hostess, Guy infallibly turned first "You remember my mother?" Guy asked him then. “ You bet I do!” Mr. Brown said heartily as be shook hands with that smiling lady. “ Didn't we have a bully time in Chinatown?" "Rather!” Mrs. Falconer replied: and they both langhed over their remi niscence. To Henry 8treetman the American bowed pleasantly enough. And toward Sir George he displayed the utmost af fability. “ Glad to know you. Sir George!” he said as he gripped his hand. “ I want to warn you. tnough, In case the others haven't, that I ’ m a newspaper man— a journalist, I think you say over here.” "You do frighten me." Sir George replied with a twinkle In his eye. “ I’ ve rather a terror o f your profession, es pecially when they come from the States.” Charley Brown grinned at him. “ Don’t worry. Sir George!” Guy In terposed. "Charlie doesn't mean all he says.” "Father’s only spoofing you.” Georgy assured the reporter. "Spoofing? Spoofing?” Mr. Brown repeated In a somewhat bewildered fashloD . He had met many words, during his short stay In London, that he had never before encountered In the English language. But bis quick mind was not long at fau lt "Oh, sure! Kidding—that's It! . . . But, Sir George. I don't blame you. We do butt In a good deal Into things that don't actunlly concern us or the public, but I happen to belong to a newspaper where It Isn’t a crime for one o f its staff to act like a gen tleman; so don't think I'm making mental notes or that you have to put the brakes on. I f you skid. It's Just a private tea party, and that ends i t ” “ You greatly relieve me,” Sir George Wagstaff said, smiling. “ But I’ll try not to— skid— as you put I t ” “ Then that’s all right!” the Ameri can declared. “ And, speaking o f tea. won't you have some?" Ethel asked him. "You bet I w ill!" he responded In his Yankee vernacular. And he stepped quickly to the table behind which she sat "It's a great habit, tea,” be di lated. as be took the cup from her. "I'm going to Introduce It at the Knickerbocker bar when I get back. It’s got cocktails skinned a mile,” he said fervently. “ Old man, what are you doing over here?” Guy Inquired. “ Oh! Just snooping around! The paper thought they needed a change In tbelr London news, and I knew I needed one. so l came over.” “ It must be very Interesting work," Ethel Willoughby observed. She was more than Interested In Guy's quaint friend. Hie sort was new to her. And though hie breeziness might not iMive been considered quite good form in an Englishman, It was a quality which the British And both refreshing nod entertaining lu an American. " It Is Interesting,” Charlie Brown told her. "Rut you sound as If you were going to Interview me; and for the love of Mike—don't!" "W ho la Mike?" air George Inquired Innocently, In Ills endeavor to grasp the Intricacies o f Mr. Brown's conver sation. "Oil. he's an Irishman we Americans swear l»y." the newspaper man replied "Fancy thatl How odd!” Mrs. Fal coner exclaimed. She did not know that Mr. Brown was—spooling— now. "Since you're n newspaper man you must know everything," said Georgy Wagstaff. She quite funded the stranger; and she wanted to know him better. "W ell, at least I try to convince my editor o f tlint." he replied. "Then tell us about the war! We’ re very Ignorant. We only read the head lines,” she said. "Esther won't talk. It'd be a breach o f—something or other.” "Do tell us your opinion. Mr. Brown!” Ethel urged. "W e're all so very In terested.” " I suppose I can talk where Sir George enn't— and I do love to talk.” Brown admitted. No one knew his pet falling nuy better than himself. "Silent Chari!«— that's what they cnli him!" Guy Informed the others de lightedly. "You don't mind. Sir George?” The American turned Inquiringly to Kir George Wagstaff. "Naturally not!" the older man as sented good-naturedly. "As you said, this Is only a private tea party.” "Then please do!" Georgy Insisted " I f you don't, Guy will!” She denrly loved to rag her devoted admirer. “ A w a y !" Brown declaimed In mock satisfaction at being able to acatter his opinions broadcast. "Well. I’ll tell you. Wblle most of you Londoners have been wondering whether the Irish are going to start a civil war. or whether Gunboat Smith did foul Car- pentler. I’ ve been digging up some In side dope, and. believe me. there's go ing to be a merry old bust-op. Rus sia, 1 know, is mobilizing; and so Is Germany." "But can Russia, with her Internal conditions, afford to fight?" Streetman asked him. "I dou't know whether she can a f ford to or not,” Charlie Brown said. “ But I believe she is going to.” "I take It you are not particularly Informed on Rusaia.” Streetman re torted, somewhat acidly. "Oh. yes I am !" the undaunted Yan kee replied. "I know It's awfully cold there, and that they drink vodka, and have revolutions, and send their pris oners to Siberia, and apart from that I ’m pretty darned sure Russia's going to fight.” Words habitually flowed from Charlie Brown’s mouth without the slightest effort. It Is so with bores. But Mr. Brown was far from being a bore. What saved him was the fact that he always said something well worth listening to. Guy Fulconer did not allow the con versation to Interrupt Ids ministry to the inner rain. He stepped up to Eth el’s table and took a sandwich off a plate. But before he regaled himself with It he paused long enough to say: "You know, I think Chnrlle’s right." "Go on. Mr. Brown!” Georgy said. Impatient at the interruption. “ Don’t you think Germany can de feat both France and Russia?” Streel- mnn demanded. “ Maybe— maybe!” Charlie Brown snld. “ But with England on their side— ” Streetman did not wait for him to finish. “ England, with a civil war In Ulster on her hands, wouldn’t dare— ” he be gan heatedly. And then Mr. Brown Interrupted him. He had not the slightest Inten tion of being browbeaten by anybody. And there was a vague antagonism In Streetmnn’s manner toward him that roused him mightily. "Civil war!” he exclaimed. "Why. If England has a scrap with Germany, that Ulster trouble will stop In ten minutes: and every Irishman that goes to the front will lick three Germans— maybe four. . . . I ’ ve seen the Irish mix things up In New York." Streetman subsided, for the moment, beneath that avalanche of words. “ And you think Germany Is quite prepared to face those odds?” Ethel Willoughby asked the American. "Not Intentionally,” he replied. "The Germans have got everything down so pat in theory that nothing can stop them: but God help ’em If their theo ries don’t work.” There was no mis taking where Brown's sympathies lay. For, though he had not by words ex pressed his real feelings In the mat ter at Issue, there was a fervent ring In his voice that sufficiently betrayed' his sentiments. Meanwhile Henry Streetman re garded him with extreme disfavor. Perhaps for the moment, among all those enemies, he momentarily forgot that hla Interests required that be should by no means appear to bold any opinions that one might not expect In the most Insular of the English. “ It seems a pity,” be sold, "but Ger many la the only nation In tha world that la ready—absolutely ready, Bba Is the only nation that can risk a wav A Well Known Woman Speaks with uny chance of victory." Ilia companions looked at him In at tonlahmellt. And Sir George Wagstaff la Hvery Tow n In Oregon Neighbors even was stirred out of the attitude Say the Same. of apathy that lie was wont to assume. "You tails strangely, sir, for an Eng Portland, O regon. — " I have need llahman," lie told Rtreetman. Hut his Dr. l*lcrce'a Fa manifest reproof seemed lost upos vorite Prescription that gentleman. for my n e r v e s "M y nationality does not blind in* und u g e u « r a I break -down nod to the facta." the spy said hastily. niter using only " I admire the Germans In lots of t h r o e I hj U les 1 waya.” Charlie Brown continued. III w as completely what waa really only a futile effort 1» cured. 1 nluo used appeur neutral. "A t all the arts and Doctor P ie r c e ’s sciences they're wonders. Aud It's a Golden Medical Discovery for the cinch they've got n great military inn blood nnd it proved chine.” very beneficial. "The most marvelous In the world!” " I can heartily recommend lk>ctor Streetmnn agreed with him heartily. Tierce’s medicinas.” — Mus. J, 11. Charlie Brown set his empty teacup H a u o ii , (Vl.'l Dencum Ave. on the table. The mighty restorative power of Dr. "You're dead right there!” he as I ’icrce’s Favorite Prescription speedily sented. “ Why. back In New York I causes all womanly troubles to disap know a waiter at Luechow's— bully pear—comieda the organs to properly perform their nnUirul functions, cor* German place!— who was telling me 1 reels displacements, overcomes iiregu* one day how Germany had everything larities, removes pain and misery at doped out. If war came he’d chase certain times nnd brings hack health back to his home town go to tils ar and strength to nervous, irritable and mory. and In his looker, number ¡KM, exhausted women. It is a wonderful prescription, pre* he'd llnd Ills uniform. Ills shoes. Ids mred only from nature's ro.it» and gun properly oiled, some of that dried icrbs, with no almli"! to (nlsely slim* pen soup, fresh water In Ids canteen! ulatc aud no narcotics to wreck tha They've boon putting fresh water In nerves. It banishes pain, headache, those canteens every day for two backache, low Spirits, hot Hashes years past. In fact, everything a sol dragging-down sensation, worry uml dier needs would be there waiting for slcrplcesiic.ia unruly ui-d without lot>s him. Then he’d march down to the of time. Why should nuy vvomnn continue to station and In a couple of hours be and hundreds of thousands like hint would ( worry, to h ud u mis.-rubln existence, be off to the front. . . . Now. you've when certain help is nt hand ? What Doctor Pierce's Favorite Pre got to hand It to n country that's got terí pii-Ul has don# for thousands It It all planned out like that.” | will do for you. It's not a s-cret "By George, you have!” said Guy remedy for it* ingrodU ms nrc printed Falconer, lie had listened. Ilk* the j on wrupper. Get it this very day others, with Increasing wonder ns the from any medic '• o d.-u’er in cithet I liquid or tablet loi n. American told his story. " I f England were only prepared, too, along almliar lines—" Ethel W il loughby snld. She did not flulsh her remark. There was no need of that: for the vnlu wish that lay behind her words was ouly too evident to them all. "But she Isn't prepared—not the least bit— Is she. Sir George?” Char lie Brown turned to the member of the British admiralty us a man who could easily back up his statement In an an thoritutlve fashion. Taunton, Mass. — " I had pnins in both Sir George Wagstaff vouchsafed an enigmatic smile. He was. to be sure, aides and when my periods cam* I had to s t a y at home vitally Interested In everything the from work and suf newspaper uinn hnd said. But tie had fer a l o n g time. no Intention of allowing himself to be One day a woman startled Into making any Ingonuous came to our house admission. . an d a s k e d my " I f you don't mind, sir, I should pre mother why I was fer merely to listen." he snld quietly. suffering. Mother “ I get you.” llrown replied, with a told her that I suf quick nod of understanding. "Force fered every month of habit makes me ssk questions. I and she said, ' W hy guess I thought I wns Interviewing don't y o u b u y a you.” Aud. taking out hla cigarette bottle o f Lydia E. case, he asked Ethel’s permission to Pinkham ’s V egetable Compound? ’ My smoke. Always an enthusiast, he had thrown every ounce of hla nervous en mother bought it and the next month I ergy Into the discussion. War was a w as so well that I worked all the month subject that. In those days, wns ever without staying at home a day. I am in good health now and have told lots o f present In his mind. "Preparation sui-h as Germany’s Is girls about it.” — Miss C' lakr e M uhin , often the surest guaranty of peace,” 22 Russell Street, Taunton, Mass. Thousands o f girls suffer in silence Streetman remarked, reluctant tc quit the topic that must Interested him. every month rather than consult a phy He hoped, too. In the course of the tea sician. I f girls who are troubled with sinful or irregular periods, backache, party, to gather Information of some e&dache, dragging-down sensations, sort thnt might prove of value to him. He had been quick to perceive that the fainting spells or indigestion would taka American was uncommonly well in Lydia E. Pinkham ’s V egetable Com- formed upon conditions throughout j pound, a safo and pure remedy mod« from roots and herbs much suffering Europe. might be avoided. »rilinnrtly such preparation makes W rite to I.ydin E. Pink ham Medicine for peace.” Brown admitted. "But not with Germnny! She’s been Itching for Co., Lynn, Mass, (confidential) for free n chance to demonstrate her theories; advice which will prove hclufu!. but the trouble Is. she guesses wrong. Diplomatically, ever since old George Versatile. W. Blsmnrek died, she's never been A lady stopping at a hotel on the right. And Just now she's guessing she can lick France. Russia and Eng Pacific coast rang the hell the first land with the rest nf the world thrown morning of her arrival and wan very much surprised when u Japanese hoy In.” opened the door and came In. “ And perhaps she's right." Henry " I pushed the button throe times Streetmnu could not refrain from add for a maid,” she said sternly, as she dived under the bed covers. ing. "Y es," the little fellow replied, "me she.” CH APTER VI. { GIRL COULD NOT WORK How She Was Relieved from Pain by Lydia ELPinkham’s Vegetable Compound. E One of England's Sons. Charlie Brown lighted hla cigarette In silence, while he digested Street- man's amazing statement. Brown, as you eee, Is unusu ally shrewd and quick of ap prehension. Does It occur to you that he euspecto Streetman and takee this method of draw ing him out? I 'l U Url ( O f * T I N UM .).) Not Very Rich. 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